I’ve done this a million times
But it all still seems a little strange
The grass isn’t greener on the other side
Yet something green calls this greed filled grim heart
Away from everything that I have ever loved
It’s funny how ambitions change
Now the heroes from our childhood lie
Somewhere in the depths of the dark closet
Where we have thrown our imaginations
And settled for making a living
Whatever happened to the bluebird that once sang those sweet tunes in our heads?
On our efforts to fly high, we’ve taken up a burden
A burden worth our entire life
Creativity now lies in finding a way
Not paving new paths
Caught in the middle of being “Creative”
I find myself leaving home again
I’ve done this a million times
But it all still seems a little strange
All this traveling has taken its toll on me
All the excitement is now just a pain
But I promise the next time I’m back,
I will never leave home again!!

(Shanghai, 1/15/2016)